Her Call

A tale of the changes the tide makes.

Her Call.

Addictive more than bars of gold the ocean's

saline motion.

From liquid glass to boiling foam, moody sea 

can gentle be, 

or scream out commands with an orchestral    

restlessness.

She drowns attempts  to flee as savageness

needs mastery.

Neptune's tide-wife skirts the coast trying

mild and harsh alike.

Her slick performance frights all but wary     

young watchers who dare.

She intends to dance as only can high-sea     

bent on wild spree.   

               

Waves on needless whim grow a tempo

of change ever bolder 

as pull of new moon sets up the motion.

Reviews

[Neville]

you already know that I have a love affair with the sea .. and these words of yours placed here today, kind of reinforce my depth of feeling for it ............................... Neville x

[Fay Slimm]

The lure of the sea has long seduced me and I can't seem to write enough about it - - - glad you liked the read today Nev.............. x